Five minutes after I get up in the morning, I put on music.  Five minutes before I go to bed

There is something to be said about riding this time of year.  It is the second week of October, and

You could be dying on a hill.  You could be at your last breath.  You could be chasing someone.  You

LOVE LOCKS  Here I go again.  Asking the same question I have started many posts with.  Do I ride because

I worked on the farm for most of my school summers.  It was ‘hell’ then, but today I look back

This is going to be a tricky one to ask.  Okay, I am just going to ask it.  Is talking

This post can be thought of as Part II to ‘When I Get Carried Away.’  I was writing that one

I want to let you in on a little secret.  Better still, a little trick.  A trick that works.  But

I like to write about the things I ‘take in’ on my rides.  The things that ‘happen.’  That question I

When I ride, I ride.  By myself.  In my own world.  At the pace I want to ride.  In the